Pork rind, Oh pork Rind
As I reach in your bag
I am truly amazed
At the flavor you have
I know where you come from
Just don't want to know where you've been
After all, the truth is
You are a pigs skin
Often the bag holds that bonus
I am seldom at loss
The piece with the hair
Which in the end I can floss
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
Pork rind, Oh pork Rind
As I reach in your bag
I am truly amazed
At the flavor you have
I know where you come from
Just don't want to know where you've been
After all, the truth is
You are a pigs skin
Often the bag holds that bonus
I am seldom at loss
The piece with the hair
Which in the end I can floss
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